October 2011
9 posts
I thought I could do it but I can't
I can't think
I can’t think without you
I feel sick without you
I’m destroyed without you
I’m lonely without you
I’m not myself without you
I’m torn without you
I’m broken without you
I can’t sleep without you
I can’t live, if living is without you
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August 2011
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July 2011
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June 2011
36 posts
a mixture of a Jack Nicholson and and Harmony Korine.
Me: mom, I'm going to smoke some pot in the yard in a bit, smoke with me?
Mom: oh I don't know, not tonight, it will make me stay up and I'm in a bad mood.
Me: it will put you in a better mood, and probably knock you out. come on, I'll roll.
Mom: you'll roll? .... okay. Alright, when we can hear your father snoring.
“When I put my hands on your body on your flesh I feel the history of that body....”
– David Wojnarowicz
What have I got? Really? Some money in my pocket, some nice threads, fancy car at my disposal, and I’m single. Yeah… unattached, free as a bird… I don’t depend on nobody and nobody depends on me… My life’s my own. But I don’t have peace of mind. And if you don’t have that, you’ve got nothing. So… what’s the answer? That’s what...
